ixnay on the athroombay

toilet: Do you think anyone's noticed we've snuck into the living room?
tub: Shhhh! Just act natural. Dum de dum de dum...
sink: OH HAI GUYS WHAT ARE YOU DOING

toilet: Do you think anyone's noticed we've snuck into the living room?
tub: Shhhh! Just act natural. Dum de dum de dum...
sink: OH HAI GUYS WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Unfortunately I can't read the listing, so I don't know if they accept World of Warcraft gold for the rent. Perhaps they prefer Sims money? Or pac-dots?

I swear, there are scientists in labcoats sitting just out of the shot, clipboards in hand, ready to take notes on how long it takes you to... um... do laundry, if you're lucky.

We call this... the Blue Room. We've left it just the way it was.

This condo seems to come with its own... giant beehive? Tortilla oven? Sweat lodge? Stone oratory? Place for the wicked witch to store Hansel?

It's no use sulking, tennis racket. You're going to stay in your room until you apologize.
Found by mrzarquon.

Jump out of bed and stumble to the bathtub
Pour myself a cup of... uh... okay, my idea sort of falls apart here. Thanks to Jay for the listing.
Nothing says "Top-of-The-Line" (to quote the listing, found by Matt) like a little J.J.

BED CHICKEN BAKE
3 pkgs. boneless chicken breasts
1 jar chipped beef
1 pt. sour cream
1/2 piece raw bacon for each chicken breast
2 cans mushroom soup
Garlic salt
Tin foil to cover mattress
Bed
Line a 13 x 9 inch casserole dish with chipped beef. Wrap 1/2 slice bacon around each chicken breast. Tuck into bed. Mix soup, garlic, and salt to taste with the sour cream. Pour over chicken. Nap 3 hours at 275 degrees. Check at 2 hour time. Cover tightly with foil during baking. Serve with a green vegetable and mashed potatoes. Dispose of properly and order pizza.
Listing found by Valerie. Poorly advised recipe based one from cooks.com.

For once, it's not a chair having a time out.
Naughty stove. Naughty, naughty stove.
(By the way: this listing shows the washer and dryer out on the back porch. I know L.A. has glorious weather -- if you like warm, sunny days and cool, clear nights, pffft -- but really? Washer and dryer outside? Is this a common thing down there? Does it never rain?)

The telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make,
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...

What can this sign on the toilet possibly say? I can't think of anything other than "DOES NOT WORK" or "DO NOT USE" or, at a stretch, "WATER NOT TURNED ON -- TOILET NOT FUNCTIONING." These people have managed to go on for nine or ten paragraphs.

Oh, chair, what have you done? Why did Sockempress find you having a time out in the corner?
Well, one minute for each year. We'll see tonight.

*vroom*
Here's a listing! Katt found it! No time to get out of the car -- gotta get to the in-laws before Cousin Barb eats all the cranberry sauce! See ya!
*vroom*

How could you not want to live here? Doesn't this photo make you think of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, kittens playing with balls of yarn, and the family coming together for Thanksgiving?
Yeah, me neither.

What's that? You were getting cold while playing the piano outside? Don't worry -- Hanne found a fireplace to keep you warm.